I want to know of these private things, Henry…I have black sunglasses…a beautiful, haunting write that both intrigues and hurts…you do that often with your mysterious pen…a gifted chameleon…as most poets are

You didn’t have to read all of these, but thank you. I was thinking I’ve lost all ability to connect. Thank you for taking the time to comment. And yes, I visit this place often as one would miss his mother I guess.